The game's fucked up Niggas beats is banging Nigga ya hooks did it Ya lyrics didn't Ya gangsta look did it So I would write it if y'all could get it Being intricate'll get ya wood critics On the internet They like you should spit it, I'm like you should buy it Nigga that's good business Forget this rap shit I need a new hustle A little bit of everything, a new improved Russell I say that reluctantly cause I do struggle As you see I can't leave so I do love you But I'm just a hustler disguised as a rapper In fact you can't fit this hustle inside of a wrapper Back when crack was what these pills are I was a real star complete with real cars No video ones, you can and come set up a camera Let the video run In my real life complete with real ice VVS boulders all invisibly set Head and shoulders my invisible neck You see hova wasn't digital yet Before Steve jobs made the ipod Was getting head jobs, we call that intimate Back when rappers wouldn't dare play lyrical roulette With an automatic weapon I was rapping with a tek Fresh like Manny be chain like antifreeze Shoe box full of cash Dealer man hand me keys Pantries full of arm n hammer Don't take Nancy drew to see what it do I'ma damn g Just sent a million dollars through a hands free That's big money talk can you answer me? Before the Answer was a 3 I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick, loyal chick Sure he's rich now 'cause he saw this shit, all this shit That's why they call him hov cause he came before all this shit Bought a 6, quarter 7 skipped on them quarter 8s Bought a 9 for nonstop glockwork all the time Guess who's back Since this is a New Era got a fresh new hat 10 yr veteran I been said I been through with this bullshit game But I never can I used to think rapping at 38 was ill When last year alone I grossed about 38 mill I know I ain't quite 38 but still The flow so Special got a .38 feel The real is back